How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

"Alrighty, just give us a moment," the owner called out, bustling away at the grill without even turning his head. By the time he finished up and took a glance around, he nearly jumped out of his skin. The cozy diner had suddenly filled up with customers, all sneaking glances towards the couple tucked away in the far corner.

Naturally, that corner hosted Morwenna and Stuart.

Stuart was decked out in a bespoke suit, while Morwenna was in a beige chiffon dress Stuart had picked out for her. Both of them were ridiculously good-looking, one exuding the aura of medieval royalty, and the other pure enough to make you believe she could do no wrong.

To the owner, they looked like characters straight out of a romance novel, slumming it with the common folk for kicks.

His eyes lighting up, the owner hurried over. "You folks are our hundredth customers of the day! We've got a little promo going where if you choose to sit outside, your meal's on the house. What do you say?" These two were like a magnet for business!

Stuart frowned. Places like this weren't his scene.

It was too noisy and crowded.

He wasn't keen on the indoors, let alone sitting outside.

But then, Stuart heard Morwenna beside him, bubbling with excitement, "Really? We'd love to!"

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full well it was the man who called the shots here. Would the

oblivious to the owner's uncertainty, beamed at Stuart, "Sir,

now and then, Morwenna would slip and call

eased into a smile, "Yeah, we're lucky indeed. The outside seating isn't

Morwenna was quick to

decision, the owner sighed

imposing-looking man would yield to the

seats outside, at the most visible spot, instantly drawing

whispering, wondering

the owner, feeling generous, served them up a sumptous lunch, with extra lobster on the buns

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